Who’s to say what’s alone, in this world that’s grown so cold. How do you know that I’m not here? Without me you’ve got the world to fear. In my dreams you have my child. Leave the city, we move out into the wild. We don’t have to depend on anyone, just you, me and my beautiful son. I don’t have to ask if we grow old, your eyes tell stories that don’t need to be told, yet your lip trembles with fear. I wake up alone again; you’re still not here. All you could say was distance, was too much for love to live. All you could say was your heart, had nothing left to give.
All this website does is show me half naked girls I’ll never get, tell me if you combine weed and cats in the same activity you’re some kind of god and show me the level of douche a person can be labelled as based on how many gifs they can be bothered to save and use at every possible chance.
I got this sinking feeling, coming up inside. I can’t let this go to my head. I can’t be here, you can’t trust me. Every day I take the long way home, I see nothing of me in the things I own. Every day I ask myself why life aint fair, why am I praying to a God I know isn’t there? It’s the dead of winter, it’s freezing cold. I’ll just sit here all alone.
Forget everything I’ve ever said about not wanting to be alone; I want to be alone for as long as I live. People have this habit of waiting until you’re happy before sucking the life out of you like the leeches they are. There are literally 4 people in my life who I love, the rest hold nothing but hate; there is no inbetween. I need to move, I need to get out of living here and having to put up with people who are nothing more than a constant annoyance to me. I wish, more than anything, that I’d never met most of the people I’ve met.
Why would something someone has to say suddenly become more valid if they were not anonymous in saying it? Sure, you’d know whether they actually knew what they were talking about or whether they were just guessing, but you know the truth about what they’re saying so why should it matter if they don’t show their face? The only thing you care about is knowing who hates you so you can go and cry alone afterwards. Also, why the hell do you people insist of allowing anonymous asks then, as soon as one comes through, all you hear is “WHY ARE YOU ANON”, ”aww show your face I wanna know who you are” etc, and then use their anonymity as an excuse for dispelling what is probably truth about your sad lives. I wish you were all dead.